My ball and chain
My burden
My sad truth
My prison sentence
My cell is empty but I know theirs others
My face is stained with long forgotten tears
My body covered in imagery dirt that can never be washed away
My motionless body that's aches with every blink
My sad and lonely truth of being dead and broken
My only time outside the cell being only granted by a swipe of a blade
I hear a faint call of my name and I'm ****** away from my true feelings, back to the place where the lies really lies
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
My ball and chain
My burden
My sad truth
My prison sentence
My cell is empty but I know theirs others
My face is stained with long forgotten tears
My body covered in imagery dirt that can never be washed away
My motionless body that's aches with every blink
My sad and lonely truth of being dead and broken
My only time outside the cell being only granted by a swipe of a blade
I hear a faint call of my name and I'm ****** away from my true feelings, back to the place where the lies really lies
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